Woop Woop! Dats the sound of a ... D-d-dragon?!Characters: Lots of Loki's and OTA! (multiple threading encouraged!)Setting: New York - Tuesday AfternoonContent: Mayhem! There will be violence.Summary: Loki is bored and he's taking it out on New York.

It was your typical New York day: loud, busy and rushed. Lunch hour probably, given the rush. The sun was high in the sky and cast beautiful refractions into the streets from the glass in the windows. It was wonderful. At least Loki thought so. From his vantage point on the top of one of the buildings overlooking Broad Street, he contemplated the crowds of people pushing and shoving their way to get to their destinations. This city is nothing like Asgard with its golden halls and magnificent scenes. No, this... this is better. A shining silver beacon of industry and business. It managed to tread the fine line between intelligent life and barbaric cave men.

In some ways the humans have it right, they look after number one and are completely selfish in their goals. They have no worries of the universe or the future, because their lives are so pathetically short. These... ants are completely unaware of how insignificant their little problems are in the grand scheme. Loki suspected they didn't care much either. An inelegant snort emits from the Gods nose, startling a few pigeons on the rooftop he was perched on. After a few short moments the long bodied God stood, stretching his arms above his head and listening to the satisfying popping of vertebrae.

"Let the fun begin!" He murmured excitedly to himself, a sadistic grin marring his handsome features. For all his lyrical thoughts on the mortals, he only had one purpose for today and that was carnage.

Chaos would reign.

The build up was gradual, slowly but surely over the course of twenty minutes, a few sharp magic explosions took out the bridges, tunnels and exits to the city. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The island rumbled with the impact. The Trickster feasted his eyes and ears on the screaming reactions of the mortals below and felt maddened laughter bubble in his chest. Hammer would be furious, but Loki didn't care. Who would be the villain while the villains were all masquerading as heroes? Loki felt obligated, it was his calling as an agent of chaos to restore balance to this dreary peace that had fallen upon America.

Play time was over.

After a few short beats of silence a magnanimous roar pierced the air, like something out of a movie. Then, over the horizon a canon blaze of flame connected with one of the buildings, the impact like an explosion caused the building in question to crumble with the force. The explosion sends debris rocketing to the ground, crushing cars and scattering the crowds who flee for cover in the buildings near by. The feeling was heady, just like it had been when he'd try to destroy Jotunheimr; just as it had when he'd brought chaos down upon the Avengers. Power. The ability to make people fear you, from the sheer strength of your power, was intoxicating.

Mortals would fear Loki.

Following its fiery trail, the dragon flew over head, its huge size casting a shadow over a good portion of the street. More screams answer its passing. The dragon roared again in reply. The scream of sirens and muffled shouts of people trying to rally, to take charge, met Loki's ears and he twisted his fingers viciously. The action made the beast turn its gaze upon its master, gleaming emerald eyes looking almost hungry for instruction. Loki crooked his long pale finger and the beast comes forward. The Dragon, Glaurung is her name, surges forward and soars, its impressive wingspan stretching out and sheering a chunk out of a nearby building before it lands on the building next to Loki. An impressive animal, wrought from Loki's own imagination, with black scales and a horned head not unlike his own helm. She was roughly the size of an earthly white wale, though bigger given her wings and tail, which makes her dainty perch on the rooftop look almost comical. Glaurung had been a name Loki had chosen in a moment of whimsy, it meant "The Deciever" which he felt was appropriate, given that this was all a ruse to lure out his pray.

Unlike his not-brother, Loki was a meticulous planner; this little episode had spent weeks in planning, though Loki intended to act as if it had been spontaneous. His intent was simple and three fold: One, he was bored. Two, he wanted to. And three, his plan was to lure out any of the Avengers. Some of the so called 'heroes' would not be able to resist such a catastrophe and as such it was a perfect opportunity to kill a few of them. The God multiplies himself into four, all of them perfect smirking copies of himself. Without pause, each copy takes off in its own direction, leaving the original Loki on the roof top. Loki turned to his new pet and inclined his head, Glaurung mimicked this and extended her long neck out to him. The God clambered up and seated himself just behind the base of her neck, where the large horns began and allowed for something to hold onto.

The impressive pair launched themselves into the air and fire filled the sky.

(This is as close a picture I could find of what I wanted Glaurung to look like.)

[OOC INFO:

> This is a multiple thread post so go crazy and have fun!

> There will be four Loki's to play with in the course of this post.

> You are free to comment with your own threads as well! You are not obligated to play with Loki here, this can be something of an event, so please be adventurous and enjoy yourselves :)

> After a week I will have Lady!Loki in her DA 'Hero Guise' come and save the day, so don't worry about defeating the dragon just yet.]

Loki soared through the air, laughing gleefully at the feeling of weightlessness. Flying on the back of a dragon was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It brought out a primal urge in him and the connection to this animal born of fire made him giddy. The mystical pair flew low down the street and Glaurung sent a jet of flame down the strip of road, anything in the path of such fire is incinerated instantly, leaving nothing but piles of ash.

There was something bad happening; though this was New York and there was always something bad happening, whatever this something happened to be was enough to stop Cassie's afternoon math class so it must have been something really bad. Like, worse than mole men from the sewers or a drunk Stilt-man kind of bad.

Cassie crowded in with the others around the professor's Ipad to watch panicked live news reports of the bridges out of the city being mysteriously blown up. Her classmates clamored to each other until the professor demanded they quiet down as a new report flashed across the screen. As soon as Cassie saw what was on the screen, she bolted.

Free of the building, she turned her face to the sky. Yep, the news was right. That was a dragon up there, and it wasn't a particularly happy dragon, either. Other people outside were also looking up with worry on their face. New Yorkers were used to the weird, the kind of crazy stuff that made you say "Oh great, what now?" then go about your day. That was just New York for you. This was New York in a crisis.

New York needed her heroes. Cassie ducked into an alcove and, one domino mask and costume change later, she transformed from a mild-mannered college student to the amazing and awesome Stature. jogging towards danger with her eyes on the sky. The street the thing had decimated was deserted and, even through the soles of her fire-resistant booties the ground was hot. Going up against a dragon alone was not the smartest thing she'd ever done, but neither was ninety percent of what you chose to do as a hero; you just went and did it anyway. Alone on the street and sort of behind and far below the dragon above, Stature grew.

Glaurung needed no real direction from her master, she was quite happily wrecking a few buildings and setting fire to everything else. This allowed Loki time enough to sit -more lounge, really- and survey the carnage with sadistic joy. Still every so often Loki would direct her towards hoards of fools that were still on the streets, there hadn't been many kills so far, obviously the tallies were in the tens but Loki did not care for it could have been far more. Still as they sweep over the ruined broad street once more, he vaguely notices a figure ... that seemed to be getting bigger. His eyes widen a fraction as he watches the scene unfold.

Once Stature was at eye-level with the mythological beast she realized that she wasn't sure what she was going to do with it. Distract it, probably, because she didn't think she was going to do any real damage against those scales, and its teeth and the whole fire breath thing had some real potential for causing pain. Whatever Stature did, it was gonna hurt, but at least keeping the dragon occupied would earn some time for people to get out of the way and response teams to get here (at which point, if she wasn't down or dead, she could shrink away unnoticed and stay free of S.H.I.E.L.D. prison another day). Maybe that was all just wishful thinking, but she had to try.

Trying, as it turned out, was shouting, "Hey!" to get the dragon's attention and, only as it turned, did she notice someone was riding on its back. She was too busy watching its sharp teeth and its mouth for any sign of fiery halitosis to worry about a dude riding a dragon. As soon as the thing was looking at her she rushed forward and swung as hard as she could to land a punch on its nose. For all the good that would actually do.

Sorry found typos and they were bugging me!it_burns_you2013-02-28 01:05 pm UTC(link)

Both dragon and rider seem at loss for words at this new twist in the game. Loki briefly toys with the though of finding a way he himself could mimic that power, it would be most useful to be able to knock down buildings with his bare hands or to pluck that floating ship out of the sky... He snapped out of his musings abruptly when they were addressed by the Giantess, she was impressive indeed though looked incredibly young. He considered going easy on her, for while he is a sadistic maniac, he has no desire to hurt teenagers.

At least he hadn't until she decided to punch his dragon on the nose.

Glaurung gave a mighty roar as her head snapped to the side from the impact, Loki was holding on for dear life to the scales at the base of her skull, lest he be thrown off. The sheer force of the punch sent them both careening into a nearby building, crushing the top three floors and sending more rubble and debris hurtling to the ground. Loki hissed as he is struck by falling brickwork. With a whispered command and a shaky movement of his hand Glaurung righted herself and shot her opponent a deadly look. Wide jaws open and she reared back onto her hide legs and unleashed a jet of flame aimed directly for the Giantess' chest.

Thank god for her fireproof suit, otherwise Cassie was sure she'd be Stature, the extra crispy and very dead giant girl. She survived the flames but the force of the dragon's fire blast knocked her back onto the charred street and she had to scramble quickly to her feet to avoid its next attack. Since hitting the monster seemed as good a distraction tactic as any, she aimed two more punches at its head and then a kick in quick succession.

Stature quickly grew several more feet to be prepared to take whatever the dragon wanted to throw at her, and hopefully she wouldn't fall flat on her ass this time. At least, she reasoned with herself, she was keeping it busy and that was what mattered, no matter how much she got beat up or how many times she fell over or that there was a distinct possibility of incineration.

Glaurung managed to dodge the first punch by craning her neck out of the way and shooting a successive ball of flame at her assailant. However that helped very little with the next punch which hit the dragon squarely in the jaw and sent her passenger sprawling forward onto the top of her head. The god in question, scrabbled for purchase and latched onto one of her horns and spewed forth a multitude of rude and insulting words in various languages.

The kick sends Glaurung toppling into a near building, the motion of which sent Loki flying onto the rooftop, which began crumbling as the dragon moved to get up. Swearing once more Loki teleported himself to the top of her head and hissed in anger. Within moments the god and dragon where up in the air, looming over the giantess. Only then did Loki amplify his voice to speak to her. "It is rather rude -is it not?- to jump in to a situation without introducing oneself first." His deep British sounding tones filled the air.

The Loki clone swaggered into Hammers office without preamble, he had appeared just outside the door and had avoided being seen. Truth be told, he just hadn't wanted to pass up the opportunity of watching his 'benefactors' reaction to his handiwork.

Justin's inbox had exploded and every line of his phone was lit up no matter how many countless calls he'd taken all ready, and when his door opened he couldn't even muster the weakest of his typical enthusiastic smiles, eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

"...I'm going to have to call you back," he said stiffly, hanging up the phone and muting the endless ringing. "What did you do?"

"Aren't you perceptive," Justin growled, taking his glasses off and massaging his brow. "This is not keeping the peace. This is the exact.fucking.OPPOSITE of keeping the peace. What the hell were you thinking?? You are going to get rid of it before I get one more call, or so help me-"

Loki frowned and tilted his head in a question, there was a slight malicious intent to his expression that wasn't there before. "Or you'll what?" He asked simperingly sweet. "I need not explain myself to you, but has it not ever occurred to you that you have yet to actually apprehend any of the so called 'vigilantes' you profess to disapprove of?" As he spoke the God stood to his full height and gave an almost deadly look, softened none by the smirk playing on his lips.

"I dunno if you noticed, but you work for me," Justin snapped, but his shoulders wilted slightly under Loki's look. He shoved his glasses back on and shoved his cell phone into his drawer with a growl as it began to sound off as well. "We've apprehended them, we just haven't...detained them...yet. And I for one don't want to have to clean up after a giant flying lizard."

"Work for you... And this means you own me? You control my every action?" Loki asked, outwardly calm but inside his rage bubbled. He doesn't even dignify Hammers justifications with a response and moves around the desk to rest his hip on the edge of it. His bright green gaze is piercing in its intensity. "Soon enough you shan't have to worry about them, for they will be dead. Merely consequences of an unfortunate conflict." He explained with a sickening tone of glee in his voice.

In contrast to everyone else on the street, who was either running, screaming or running AND screaming, Clone Loki was calm as you like and even had a slight skip to his gate. He was wearing his midgardian clothing in a vague attempt at 'blending in'; not exactly ideal for hero hunting, but it was better that they not spot him first. Not that that wasn't a possibility of course, he simply would prefer to be the cat in this little game. Either way, should an opportunity present itself, he was ready.

Janet was probably the last hero who was suited to taking down a giant, possibly fire breathing dragon. But that didn't stop her from shooting through the street as fast as her wings would carry her, pausing now and then to direct civilians in the right direction, before shooting skywards. She had to dodge a blast (yep, fire breathing, check) of fire, and spun round to shoot stingers at it's underbelly. "You think you're the first dragon to stroll into New York? You aren't event he best dressed," she taunted.

Loki spotted the busy little bee and smirked, now this one he had met. With her file now in his possession he would make light work of this one. Her stingers would have little effect on the dragons harder than steel scales, practically impenetrable, he knew a few goblins that would give their teeth for just a few. The Clones form shimmered and soon appeared to be Loki in full battle gear, just like the one currently riding the dragon. In the next moment Loki appeared atop a roof near the busy little bee, sceptre in hand.

"You know it is rather rude to crash a party!" He crowed, sending a bolt of blew energy at the girl with the sceptre.

"Woah!" Wasp veered sharply to the left to avoid the bolt, only narrowly missing it, and tumbling through the air while trying to decide which target to focus on, only staying still for a moment. "Avengers Assemble. Did I mention that all ready? Because assembling would be really great about now," she muttered anxiously towards her indenti-card.

"Shouldn't you be in a jail cell somewhere?" she asked, flying for the roof top Loki, and shooting her stingers anywhere she saw exposed skin. Which mostly meant his nose.

"Possibly! However I found my confinement a might boring and decided that some fun was in order." Loki answered, throwing a knife at her to knock the infernal card out of her hand. The God had caught on quite quickly that alone, the avengers were vulnerable, he could not allow her to regroup with her comrades too quickly. Loki allowed his clone form to become transparent and the stingers passed right through him, leaving him to smirk in an almost predatory fashion at her. In retaliation he surged forward and shot another energy bolt from the sceptre at her.

"Oh no-" Janet dove to try and catch the falling card. She'd nearly caught up when she saw the blue flash, and was thrown back with a loud cry, and smoke wafting all ready from singed wings which protested with each beat. "Ow ow ow!" she whined, face twisted, and with curled fists she launched herself at him.

Loki smirked and launched himself once again to meet her mid way, he was winning and he had no intentions of losing. Even if he did not kill her, he would beat her, the avengers needed to know their rightful place.

Tessa looked on from the helicopter she was flying with small admiration. A dragon? Asangaurds had a certain flare that she'd never have when it came to evil doings. She was taken out of her thoughts by a voice over her head set.

"You are in a no fly zone, I repeat you are in a no-fly zone land the air craft we will be forced to take-"

The sound cut out as Tessa shut off the feed. The dragon was in a no fly zone and they didn't seemed too bothered with that. Besides, she was playing hero.

"Here, take this." she said handing the controls to a Hydra drone and opening the door. With a Ozzie over her shoulder she spoke into the intercom. "Excuse me but this is a no-fly zone. I'm going to have to ask you on behalf of the avengers to cease and desist."

The god had heard the approach of the aircraft and paid it no mind. Looking out at the expanse of carnage he smirked triumphantly. Sometimes it was just so gratifying to be the God of Chaos, to be able to revel in such beautiful madness and still be the hero! He jumped a little at the loudly projected voice and shot the speaker a glare of deadly intensity.

Inwardly he felt like pouting, now with S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers involvement he was going to have to appear to lose. Losing does knock ones villainly street cred quite a bit, but it was all for the greater evil! Deciding that now was probably the best time to end this little game, he teleported from the back of the dragon. Leaving Glaurung to fend for herself until it was time for her to die spectacularly.

[ooc: Loki account will be playing the part of the dragon as i'm bringing in Lady Loki in a few tags, using her what if account <3]

She was a big one...or at least Tessa assumed. It wasn't everyday she ran across a dragon, dinosaurs on the other hand were in her special labs.

"Suit yourself darling."

Clealry the beast didn't care about the united states air force or it would have obeyed. Just as well. She fired the ozzie to get the the bests attention. it made it a bit more sporting when she pulled out the Russian RPG.

Glaurung gave an infuriated roar at the impact of the shots, but they did little to the tough scales on her back. Skipping defence and going straight for offence, the mighty dragon bellowed another roar as she beat her great black wings and let out a jet of fire in the general direction of the helicopter.